1:08:02
My work is off-limits.
Do you understand?
1:08:06
Okay, Lou. Absolutely.
1:08:09
Done.
1:08:20
Harry.
1:08:22
What?
1:08:24
Make me laugh.
1:08:35
-You've got a gift for it.
-What?
1:08:40
Letting go.
1:08:42
-Few people can.
-You can't, or won't.
1:08:47
No.
1:08:48
-l've been reading your files.
-Oh, those fucking files.
1:08:54
We know too much about each other.
1:08:58
Kills the romance.
1:09:01
What romance?
1:09:03
Oh, shit! Shit.
1:09:09
Yes?
1:09:11
Yeah. What?
1:09:15
lt's a bit of a bad time, actually.
1:09:17
l didn't know what she knew,
did l?
1:09:22
Well, l'm sure you handled it
like a master.
1:09:25
Look-- Hey, l had to think
on my feet, didn't l?
1:09:29
All right.
1:09:31
All right, if you must.
1:09:34
Rendezvous number three.
1:09:37
You know where that is, don't you?
Oh, good.
1:09:41
Twenty-three hundred hours.
Good.
1:09:45
What warrants dragging me out of
the saddle on a Sunday night, eh?
1:09:49
Look, about Louisa.
1:09:50
Some woman, Harry. l envy you.
The way she looks up to you.
1:09:54
You're her moral virtue, her center.
1:09:57
Just like Arthur Braithwaite
was to you, is what she said.